Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 883

Seven in the evening.

After knocking off work, Maja hopped into her ride.

Zoey was still playing the role of her/driver, taking her back to Rosewood Manor.

Maja was beaten today. Ever since Jeff dropped the bomb on her, she’s been on edge, just trying to keep her calm.

When Zoey steered the car onto a deserted road, she had this gut feeling that they were being tailed by a few vehicles.

“Ms. Pennyfeather, those cars behind us.”

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw those cars speed up and charge straight at them!

Zoey, horrified, slammed the gas, her face turning as white as–a–sheet.

But her driving skills were just so–so and she couldn’t shake off the cars chasing them.

In a flash, they were surrounded by three cars.

Maja straightened up in the backseat, her eyes icy cold. After a while, she finally spoke, “Zoey, how good a swimmer are you?”

“Not too shabby.”

“Can you look out for yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Drive the car into the river. Once we’re in the water, save yourself first.”

“But, Ms. Pennyfeather.”

palm’s were already drenched in sweat. Driving into the river was basically a death wish, wasn’t

if we want to live, this is our only option.”

for blood. It was clear

as good as dead if they

the bridge, smashing through the railings, the

nearby

moment they hit the water, Zoey rolled down the windows and also helped Maja roll

her head hard when the car went in. Feeling dizzy, coupled

she lost her breath and

up, but seeing Maja not

her

about to turn back, a figure dived

skills, she knew she’d only get in the way if she returned, so she decided to

as Maja was on the brink of suffocation, a pair of

from lack of oxygen

chest was about to explode

about

the shore,

bridge in the distance was a sea of activity, with police and onlookers, even reporters, shown up.

flashing, and police were shouting through

in to save people, but it was eerily quiet where Maja

streetlights, only the faint light reflected from the river

the dimness, it was enough for him to

lying in the grass, soaking wet, her face as pale as a ghost, and her lips were also

die, feeling like she couldn’t

pressing on her belly.

out some water, coughed a few times, then felt some

too real and natural as if

heard

are you so careless? Are you feeling a bit better?”